My own intelligence looked me in the eyes and told my heart it wasn’t right anymore.Practical reasoning didn’t matter in love,but here I sat, alone. Left. No more fight.

It came down to a day that I never could have stomached all the years prior. That moment stung, and all the pieced-together, ripped and tattered dreams I was desperately trying to hold, suddenly released from my hands.

There are rolling tides in pain. But at some point, the tide pulls you back out.You drift back out into the oblivion of denial, while holding onto the pieces of home you still have. It’s cold. It’s scary. It’s dark.You become so tired holding onto that piece of home, that it ends up coming to life and carries you in its own strength,to make sure you stay afloat until the tide comes back in.And it does. And you make it through another day.